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Cheng Hechuan smiled and did not explain.

He knew that Fang Xiaoru was a smart person, and smart people don't need too many explanations.

After Cheng Hechuan came out of the East Palace, he did not go home directly, but went to the History Museum.

He had to pretend that nothing happened and continue to discuss the Yuan Dynasty imperial line with Song Lian.

Otherwise, if someone asked, he would not be able to explain why he ran home in a panic after coming out of the East Palace.

Song Lian was posting books in the yard: "Why are you late today?"

"I went to the East Palace." Cheng Hechuan said.

The book in Song Lian's hand almost fell to the ground.

"What are you doing in the East Palace?" The old man lowered his voice and his face changed.

"Send a copy of the notes on compilation of history to His Highness the Prince." Cheng Hechuan's expression did not change.

Song Lian stared at him for several seconds, then shook his head, continued to post books, and muttered: "Young man, you are too courageous."

Cheng Hechuan didn't answer and squatted down to help him dry the books.

Neither of them mentioned anything about the East Palace.

But Cheng Hechuan knew that Song Lian understood everything in his heart.

This old man has been in the court for so many years and has seen too many ups and downs. He can tell at a glance who will live and who will die.

Cheng Hechuan went to the History Museum as usual every day, discussed Yuan history with Song Lian as usual, and went home to organize his notes as usual.

Jin Yiwei's shadow is still there, following him not far or near.

But Cheng Hechuan noticed one thing. The shadow was more than ten steps further away than before.

What that meant, he couldn't say.

But at least it's not a bad thing.

Three days later, while Cheng Hechuan was copying an archive of a post station in the Yuan Dynasty at the History Museum, Fang Xiaoru suddenly came.

"Cheng Yushi," Fang Xiaoru stood at the door with a normal expression, "Your Highness, please go to the East Palace."

Cheng Hechuan put down his pen and glanced at Song Lian.

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